the edge of a blade (Zenia/Arabella) blitz
Jun 4, 2020 7:43:15 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 4, 2020 7:43:15 GMT -5
a r a b e l l a .
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Arabella had never held a sword before. She had in her dreams, in the fantasy worlds she gets consumed in. But never in reality. Usually she would be swinging around a heavy brach. Slicing it through the air, pounding it against her enemy, trees that stood tall and impassable. But never a real blade.
Her fingers curl around the hilt, as she pulls one from the stand. It was an elegant blade, decorated by hundreds of small gems. Her eyes danced over the metallic blade. Her fingers ran over the tip. Ouch. She pulls her finger away to see a small line of red beginning to form. She examines it for a moment before pressing it to her pants, gently wiping away any blood that my tarnish the beauty of the the hilt.
The first time she had entered the training room she had been too scared to touch anything, but today she had come in with the mission to swing a sword.
The blade was heavier than she had expected, the tips smacking into the ground. Hard. Arabella cringes, her eyes quickly scanning the room to see if anyone had witnessed her clumsiness. It all looked clear, so she lifted the blade again, this time handling it easier having expected the weight. She wondered if she looked like a warrior, with her fingers clasped around the hilt of the magnificent blade. She wandered if she looked deadly. Bracing, she tried to swing the blade at the closest dummy. A war cry escapes her lips.
She imagined she looked like a solider ridding into battle.
A few steps into her charge she falls flat on her face.
The sword clatters to the ground, and so does her imagination. Shattering her facade.
She didn't look like a warrior. No. She looked like a clown.